After they left, you perched on the bed, a container of salt clutched tight in your hand. You might believe in ghosts now, and you might now how to protect yourself from them, but they were still new enough to freak you out, and you hated being alone.

Your hands trembling a little, you turned the TV on, wanting something to take your mind off the fact that you were alone, and a ghost seemed to haunt the room next to you. Just hours ago you had been contemplating the life of a hunter, traveling the road with Dean. And yet, here you were, scared of a ghost, trembling and hiding in fear.

Throwing the remote and the salt down on the bed in frustration at yourself, you stood up. You knew if you even had the chance to travel with Dean you would need to toughen up, and be able to take care of yourself. 

It was then the realization came to you, and you slumped back on the bed. What if this was just some sort of fling, and he was expecting to say bye to you at the end of it all. You had only known Dean for a short amount of time, but you could imagine a life with him. You had already fallen hard for him in the short amount of time you had known him. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed or smiled, his huge contagious smile when he found something funny, and the way you could tell he cared about family. He made butterflies swarm around in your stomach, and you weren't ready to let him go yet.

"He will never love you." A familiar ethereal voice said from beside you, scaring you out of your thoughts about Dean. Glancing up, you saw Anna staring down at you, a sad expression on her pale face.

Your first instinct was to run, but you stayed still, trying to calm your fast beating heart. "Why do you say that?" You stuttered, your hand slowly inching towards the forgotten container of salt.

"Men don't love. They use you." She answered, as a tear fell down her face.

"That's not true." You whispered, but even as you said the words you knew what she said might be true for you and Dean. "Thank you for your journal. Can you tell me who is killing these people? Is it your fiancee?" 

She shook her head. "It is true. I thought he loved me, but he used me."

"Is he the one killing?" You asked her again. She nodded her head, confirming your question.

"What happened?" You asked, but the door slammed open and she faded away.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Dean asked, his rock salt shotgun pointed out in front of him. He must have seen  her before she vanished.

Wiping a tear away, you hadn't realized you had been crying. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He sat down next to you, placing the gun down on the bed as Sam shut the door. "You don't seem fine. You're crying."

"She's so sad, my heart breaks for her." You explained.

"What did she say this time?" Sam asked, as he sat down in one of the chairs.

"Pretty much the same thing. The same story about he won't love you. That men will just use you and cast you aside. I asked her if Andrew was doing the killing and she said yes."

Dean took your hand in his own, comforting you with his touch. "Who does she keep talking about?  I know you said you didn't have a boyfriend."

You couldn't tell him that the ghost was talking about him. You weren't sure how he would take it, and you weren't ready to hear his excuses as to why he would leave you behind.

"It's not important." You answered,  missing the hurt look that crossed his face.

"So she thinks you have feelings for a certain person, but he's going to cast you aside. Just like Andrew did." Sam reiterated, glancing between you and Dean, tucking his hair behind his ear as he contemplated the news.

"Yeah. But we don't have to worry about her. We need to worry about Andrew. He probably killed that girl. Who knows who he will go after next!" You exclaimed, needing to be doing something. You might not be an expert at this hunting thing, but you knew you needed to start moving before someone else got killed.

Sam stayed silent for a moment, before looking towards his brother, both of them silently communicating with each other. "What?" You asked, hating to be left out.

"I have an idea of who he might go after next." Sam explained as Dean jumped off of the bed, and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

"What's up with him?" You asked, skipping past what Sam had just said.

Sighing, Sam explained even more. "He knows who is probably next. And he doesn't like it. Because we both think he will come after you. Especially since the ghost has been trying to communicate with you."

You reeled back in shock. After this short time of learning how to hunt, you had never thought you would turn into the targeted victim. "Why?" Was all you could say.

Dean had come back out from the bathroom, standing next to Sam, and you hated the fact that he already seemed to be spacing himself from you.

"Well." Sam started, seeming uncomfortable. "Dean, why don't you take over. I'm going to head back down to the library for a little bit."

Dean glared at his brother as he left, staying silent long after he was gone. "Dean?" You questioned quietly.

"Fine." He muttered, turning to look at you. "We have a couple of reasons why we think so. First, you fit the type of victim he's been picking. Young, beautiful. Second, you've already been in contact with the ghost of his fiancee, and she's even given you her journal."

"Is that all?" You asked him, because you could see it wasn't.

He shook his head. "No, it isn't. Each of the victims had men who were falling in love with them, or were just engaged or married. Fresh in love." 

You weren't sure exactly what he was hinting at. "Well, then why would he be coming after me? I just told you I don't have a boyfriend." You said. Inside you were shaking, wondering if he was really going to admit he had feelings for you.

"Well." He muttered, rubbing his hand across and down his mouth, looking flustered. "I know we haven't known each other for long." He started, but then stopped. You waited for him to start back up again, but the silence dragged on, and you couldn't handle it anymore. 

"Yeah, but?" You asked him, hoping he would finally continue.

"Damn it." He muttered. "I'm not good at doing this." He said as he paced the room in front of you. Feeling sorry for the frustrated man, you rose to your feet, and grabbed his hands, stopping him.

"Dean, stop. If it's that hard you don't have to say anything. I get it." You told him, your heart automatically jumping to conclusions.

"You do?" He asked, his green eyes searching yours.

"Yeah. I know that you travel through places, that you never really settle down. That you don't have time for a relationship. I understand." You mumbled quietly.

"What?" He asked, his voice sounding shocked. "That isn't it at all. Well, that used to be true. But not with you." He told you, and you looked up, staring into his eyes hopefully.

"I never thought I would have the chance to settle down with a girl. Hell, I never wanted to. My life isn't really a life. I travel around with my brother, hunting things. It's no place to try and have a relationship. Let alone the fact that monsters will try to come after you because your connected to me." He said. 

"And now?" You asked.

"Now I think I might have finally found someone I want to fight to have a life with. If she will have me?" He ended it with a question, and you nodded.

"You don't know how scared I was that you would push me to the side as soon as this hunt was over." You admitted, before you were pulled to his chest, his arms wrapping tight around your back. You followed suit, wrapping yours around his waist, pressing your cheek tightly to his flannel covered chest. You felt his chin rest softly against the top of your head, and you wanted to purr in contentment. 

"We will have plenty of things to talk about, to figure out. But first, one thing at a time." He told you, and you tilted your head up until you were staring into his eyes. His head slowly tipped down, before pressing his lips softly to yours. It was a soft kiss, a getting to know the shape of your mouth, the softness of your lips type of kiss. You hadn't expected something so gentle from Dean, but the slight touch of his plump, warm lips to yours had all the thoughts flying from your mind.

The kiss didn't last as long as you wanted, and soon he was pulling away, smiling down at you. "I liked the first thing." You told him, wiggling your eyebrows at him, and he chuckled down at you.

"Me too." He answered, just as Sam opened the door and stuck his head in the doorway, making sure it was safe to come back in.